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He batted away my words with his hands, “whatever. “Sure but I’m not on that list and I’d like it to stay that way!” Incestuous little friend group we have don’t we?” Fuck, a lot of this group has fucked each other. “Oh come off it, Randy, most of us have seen most of us naked anyway. Steve hadn’t been fucking on display a second ago and probably wouldn’t mind if he had been. “But, I can see you’re in good hands with your husband here.” Mike playfully eyed Steve who chuckled. “I was just coming to see if you needed anything.” His eyes were still on my bulge. I rapidly pulled the briefs up to cover my genitals. Steve turned around as well to see Mike standing at the doorway with a cocktail in hand. I whipped my head up to a voice that didn’t belong to my husband. And where was this advice years ago?”īetween my legs was my, while still not flaccid, much smaller dick. He backed away to admire his work and I looked down as well. It wasn’t painful, by any means, but odd to feel yourself deflate so rapidly. As I flexed my legs my husband tightened his grip on my dick starting at the head and then milking the pressure down to my base. “Yeah, but I’m the one forced to help you so humor me a bit and let me help.” You flex your thighs to get a lot of blood pumping there and then squeeze your dick at the same time to push blood out.” It’s a trick I learned to get rid of unwanted boners. “Well good, because I’m not giving you one. He grabbed on firmly with both hands, covering it completely. He walked forward to pull the front of the suit down a few inches, exposing my cock fully to him. I could pretty clearly see the outline of his dick against his balls, plumping up a bit too if I wasn’t mistaken. While my husband wasn’t as large as me, down there, his ample package filled the suit nicely and was certainly on display something he didn’t mind one bit. He was wearing a mostly-white pair with green leaves all over them. “Steve! This suit is living a little too much already!” Maybe this is your chance to live a little.” “I dunno, Rod was telling me that these pool parties have gotten pretty rowdy in the past. “For the love of God, Steve.” I pushed my dick back into its restrictive cocoon. I did as he instructed though so he could see me standing there with 3 inches of my dick poking out of the top of the suit. My typical go-to would obviously not help me here. “Ugh, this again.” Steve wasn’t new to my anxiety boners and was actually part of the reason we met in the first place all those years ago. I dropped my hands to let him better assess and confirm why I most certainly could not go out like this. “Not like I didn’t have that thing down my throat last night. I instinctively covered myself as best I could. I had forgotten to lock the door I guess as my husband walked in. “Randy my god! It’s just a bathing suit!” So there I was, standing in nothing but a pretty thin piece of black fabric covering my hard on and nothing else. While the black color of the suit definitely helped a bit, the glossiness of it kept a very clear shadow beneath my bulge which was heightened even more because one of my other issues is that when I get nervous… Well, I get excited, let’s just say. Steve had told me to just ‘act like it’s no big deal and it won’t be.’ A ‘fake it til you make it’ type of situation.īut now, standing in my friend’s bathroom and examining myself in the mirror I wasn’t sure how I could fake it. The texts I got that morning from them both excited (and a bit turned on) that I was going to wear a bikini made me excited, nervous, and confirmed that I couldn’t back out now or else they’d all know I was shy about it. My friends would agree, being mostly gay men as well, and so when Steve told them all that I’d be donning one of his briefs for a change they couldn’t contain their excitement. I took care of it in the gym and ate right most of the time. But Steve was right, I did have a good body. It’s black too so it barely shows any VPL, to which I had to be reminded what that meant. My supportive, loving, and a bit manipulative husband had convinced me to live in the moment shortly after my 40th and a piece of that was bringing one of his bikini style suits today. I had been a board short guy growing up and it wasn’t until my late twenties or early thirties that I started to wear box shorts in pool/beach settings however, I had never felt comfortable or confident enough to dress in a speedo or brief cut before. The reason I was still in there is my nerves. The reason for my trip to the bathroom was to change into my swimsuit that I brought for the pool party at his apartment’s high rise. My husband shouted at me through the door to my friend’s bathroom that I was currently holed up in.